If you could see
The love I feel for you
Then I'd be a light
To bright for your
Sight to understand
Instead you hold up
A dark hand
Block out my embrace
And let my heart
Die before the
Actual race
It's all a game
In my head
I thought I loved you
But now I wish
I was dead
Cause your rejection
Shook my walls
So hard
That the ceiling
Came slamming down
I'm shattered
And numb with pain
Blood pumps quickly
Within my veins
My body screams to me
Your heart is physically
Dieing
Do something!
But alas I can't
There are only
One set of hands
That can mend these
Shards
Only ten fingers
Can weave my heart
It's the bad guy
Who started it all
He's the one that
Let me fall
And still
He cares
Not one bit
Not at all
Birdie Anderson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/only-the-murderer-can-heal-me/
